The breeze is blowing gently and the sun is shining.
A hail of bullets ―― heavy gunfire
Poetry:
-Fly to a beautiful city and spend the night next door.
In the Tang Dynasty, Yang Shidao should recite Wu Chao in a letter.
The osmanthus trees are full of spring, and the bird's nest is feathered.
Fly to a beautiful city and spend the night in Bilin.
The leaves are hidden in the lee, and the branches become sparse against the sun.
Virtue is edible, but benevolence is visible.
Jingming carved a chariot, and Ji Wang knew each other.
-algae, flowers, flowers, brilliant crown forest.
Yin presented Yang Zhu.
The algae are blooming in the crown forest, and the flowers are glorious.
After ten years in Jingmen, I was able to sing poetry at the age of eight.
Li Guang didn't want to get old, but he hated it.
During frequent interviews at Diaoyutai, * * * said Chang 'an was in tears.